The Irony of the Perfect Single Man

Yesterday I got a call from a dear friend of mine, he's like a brother to me. Let's call him Dante (what? John is so boring.) Dante is, for all intents and purposes, the perfect single man. I know, I know, no one is perfect but he comes pretty darn close my friends. Let's go over the list, shall we? Tall -check (6'3''?); F-I-N-E -check; well educated and professional, check; conscientous -check; well-dressed -check; athletic -check; geez what else is there? Whatever else there is -check, check and check.

I met Dante about eight-nine? years ago when we worked at the same firm together. I remember when he first started at the firm(he was a paralegal at the time.) Word shot around that there was a new F-I-N-E paralegal on the premises. (For those of you without any corporate law firm experience, the F-I-N-E factor amongst the male population is abnormally low.) Secretaries, paralegals and associates alike took notice of Dante. Of course, he'd been used to such attention so it didn't really phase him. Fast forward, had I not been in a committed relationship already with my then boyfriend, now beloved husband, Dante and I would have most probably dated, had a falling out and would never have ended up the close friends that we are today. Thus we are both happy that I was already committed.

Anyway, back to the phone call yesterday. Dante called me, as he has so often, to discuss his woes with women. One would think that being as almost perfect as he is, that Dante would have been taken off the market a long time ago. But he just can't seem to find the one. He's constantly got a few different women in the rotation but his Mrs. Dante has thus far been elusive. He's come close, or so he thought, on a few occasions but he just can't seem to hit the mark.

What makes this whole scenario even more baffling is the number of women, particularly Black women since Dante is himself a Brother, who claim that there are no more good single men left. Sho 'nuff ladies, they are out there!

I have another single friend in the same category as Dante. This friend, whom my GB (gay boyfriend) calls "Brickhouse," also has all the checks, yet no woman. Although I have no doubt that both of my friends will someday be happily married, I just marvel at the irony of it all.